Deception

A Sorcerer's Glow

Stiles eyes slowly open, he blinked, squinting in the light. What he notices first it he is on in the throne room anymore. He is lying on a soft mattress, the bed was quite large, taking most of the room. There was a small wardrobe and a strange green bed side table. The room was dotted with things that where lime green, giving it a strange feel. 

There was also something in the air he'd never noticed before. His breathing was easier and the air around him seemed to hum and crackle with energy. 

How had he not noticed this before? 

But what else he noticed was even more shocking, he....felt different. Very different. Not only did his vision seem sharper but there was something warm underneath his skin, filling his whole body. Like someone had doused him in a warm bubbling shower but he didn't feel wet. 

Stiles slowly sat up, noticing with complete shock, that nothing hurt, there was no ache and no pain that he'd been used to shooting through his muscles whenever he moved. 

He glanced down. He could still see the scars but there was no rawness or redness on his skin anymore. He touched his face hesitantly then wincing when he felt it, the scar from his first torture session was still there. 

Slowly trying not to think back his memories that had been brought up by the Grand Master, he slowly got out of his bed. He was wearing a simple plain brown pants, though nothing else. 

Stiles noticed there was note on the strange bedside table. 

There was writing, an elegant hand writing that said: 

You're usual duties, serving the Lord until two, Madam Rucia will instruct you. At two you will meet your Training Master.  

Stiles first thought was wondering, how'd they know when he'd wake up? But in this world he guessed anything was a possibility. 

He also thought that maybe he should be more worried about who Madam Rucia and his Training Master was, whatever that meant? 

Then his heart jumped a little as he saw what was at the end of his bed... 

A green cloak was folded neatly at the end, with golden symbols sown deeply in, etched in. It seemed to shine strangely as if the very fabric was giving of an strange energy. 

Stiles recalled being told that these garbs where for servants, he was a....?

He felt like hitting himself on his head, of course, what on earth had he thought serving the Lord meant?

 But then hadn't the Lord of Mind basically said he'd only accept sorcerous as his servants. Stiles froze, could it be? Was he finally...? 

Had the Grand Master really done it? 

He'd hoped but it didn't feel like reality, even now.

Stiles almost through himself to the tiny mirror attached to the wall of the room. He stared at himself and there was only one unnatural thing about what he was seeing, everything else was normal. 

He felt different, the warmth hadn't left him and he could literally feel it being pumped through his blood stream, heating up his entire body. It also left a strange tingling everywhere that he couldn't put his finger on what it was. 

 He could hear his own heart beat, stronger than before. 

His memories of his mother flitting across his mind.

"I love you" 

His own footsteps seemed louder to his own ears and all he could really do was stare at his eyes.

The light brown, that reminded his of his mother's eyes but they were now tinged with an unfamiliar colour, gold. 

He'd never seen that in his eyes before but what else he saw about them was far more important. He took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. 

His eyes were glowing.